Your fall should be like the fall of mountains. But I was before mountains. I was in the beginning, and shall be forever. The first and the last. The world come full circle. I am not the wheel. I am the hand that turns the wheel. I am Time, the Destroyer. I was the wind and the stars before this. Before planets. Before heaven and hell. And when all is done, I will be wind again, to blow this world as dust back into endless space. To me the coming and going of Man is as nothing.

Your fall should be like the fall of mountains. But I was before mountains. I was in the beginning, and shall be forever. The first and the last. The world come full circle. I am not the wheel. I am the hand that turns the wheel. I am Time, the Destroyer. I was the wind and the stars before this. Before planets. Before heaven and hell. And when all is done, I will be wind again, to blow this world as dust back into endless space. To me the coming and going of Man is as nothing.

I read Banged Up, pro-Nazi David Irving's account of his imprisonment in Austria between 2005 and 2006 due to a speech he gave in Vienna in 1989. It is available online: http://www.fpp.co.uk/books/Banged/.

The guy is a total nut and I do not agree with him at all, but I consider his imprisonment as an attack on the right of freedom of speech and, worst of all, it gave him the chance to set himself up as a martyr. If they hadn't arrested him, the guy would be on his way to oblivion as we speak.

His little poem did him in in his libel action against Penguin. I've never read any of his books, but I've read about him.

Well, if I had to choose between Hitchens and Irving I would probably just shoot myself.

Your fall should be like the fall of mountains. But I was before mountains. I was in the beginning, and shall be forever. The first and the last. The world come full circle. I am not the wheel. I am the hand that turns the wheel. I am Time, the Destroyer. I was the wind and the stars before this. Before planets. Before heaven and hell. And when all is done, I will be wind again, to blow this world as dust back into endless space. To me the coming and going of Man is as nothing.